One thousand good deads
one, two, three
and you suck every one up

((and you suck me up))

DRY
and the only thing that quenches a thirsty ME...
TEARS
I'm gasping for air and clutching the sheets for some sort of support because I am alone in my quest and alone in my head.
But the air is thick with pink perfume and the sheets are torn to shreds.
And I feel like I've been torn to shreds